Mercy For the Messy
If my cry for mercy bounces back,
then will my hope remain dark.
If a plea for grace fails my need,
my faith will stand, a broken reed.
Don't forget you're known for mercy,
the last hope when my life's messy.
Don't forget I'm made from dust;
if diamond, I'll swell and burst.
On the mountain, I see your wonders; heavens wow, my heart ponders.
I stand before your court, bowed;
before the righteous judge, cowed.
I cringe at the surge of fears
as the blaze of your anger tears
apart, shreds my sail. I can't
stand the waves haul me to a distant
shore till I see you in the storm
and my faith rebounds to peak form.
My God, remember mercy in your anger;
your love's higher than the danger.
Unyielding, I hold on to your mercy,
the prized hope when life turns messy;
the only anchor when my soul's sinking
and a trillion stars watch, winking.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
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